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My last song was bled from me
when I gave my soul to the wind
And I know that I seem far away
but the fabric here is thin
I sin just as sin made me
Give me just one more hit
Sing to me, my darling
a warm, familiar melody
Sing to me, ever enchanting
Heaven and hell can wait
Now I’m cursed to silent wandering
to atone for all my sins
So call me from my resting place
breathe life into me again
Sing to me, my darling
something raw and bittersweet
so a special part of you
can rest in peace with me
I know that I seem far away
but the fabric here is thin
About the Creator
Sara Wynn
Poetry is my language, and Earth is my playground.
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